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Chapter 5. The sound of flute in the middle of the night

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    ? Song Yanming welcomed Rong Shaoyang into the mansion, hosted a banquet, and asked someone to arrange a residence.

    After everything was settled, Song Yanming turned and entered the Jintao Pavilion, followed by Song Yufeng anxiously.

    "Father, this is the account of Yuzhou Bank last month." Song Yufeng respectfully presented the account book with both hands. Although he is domineering, he has always been afraid of this father.

    "You don't have to take care of the business in Yuzhou anymore." Song Yanming took out the account book and slapped it on the table, his face was clearly angry: "I will hand it over to Qianyang from this month."

    Song Yufeng looked up at Song Yanming in astonishment, his face was pale, and his lips trembled slightly: "Father, why?"

    Song Yanming raised his thick eyebrows and raised his eyes to look at him, "You really think your father is old and confused! You have already returned home this morning, but you didn't hear from Rong Shaoyang, but you will report to me in the future, where are you going!" He knew  This son is not suitable to be entrusted with a big responsibility, but he only has such a son, and he never thought that he could not handle such a small matter well.

    Fortunately, he let people watch Jiang Yang's movement early in the morning, otherwise he wouldn't even know when Rong Shaoyang entered Fengzhou, what's more, he didn't know what he was going to do.  Make a mistake.

    "Father, you have already handed over all the business in Jiangnan to Jiang Qianyang. If Yuzhou is also handed over to him, I am afraid that he will be powerless and difficult to resist." Song Yufeng lowered his head, and it is useless to defend until now, Song Yanming  Since he was able to take him home in such a short time after Rong Shaoyang arrived in Fengzhou, it shows that he didn't trust him in the first place, and he made people pay attention to Rong Shaoyang's movements early on.  Since the excuse was useless, he could only remind Song Yanming from the side that he had given Jiang Qianyang too much.

    "If you are up to the challenge, why should I hand things over to Qianyang!" Of course Song Yanming knew that it was inappropriate to give Jiang Qianyang too much power, but the Song Mansion's business has been getting bigger and bigger in recent years, and he has been busy with martial arts recently.  There is really no time for the conference, and Song Yufeng has no great wisdom, so how can we rest assured that it is entrusted to him.

    "Dad"

    "There is no need to say any more." Song Yanming pressed the center of his eyebrows, and then he stopped: "Go down."

    ?Governor Song Yufeng had already settled the matter, bowed his head and exited the study room, clenched his fists in his sleeves, restraining his unstoppable trembling.

    At night, the bright moon is in the sky, and the evening breeze is cool.

    In the courtyard of Fushu Pavilion, a candle lamp shone faintly, covering Chuyao's whole body. She was sitting on a stone bench with her eyelids downcast, holding a white jade chess piece in her hand, rubbing her fingertips gently, as if she was in deep thought.

    Just as she was about to settle down, a long and clear sound of flute came to her ears with the evening wind. The sound of flute was melodious and clear, with deep connotations, like the spring tide slowly rippling its waves, gently hitting people's minds.

    Chu Yao gathered the white rusty lotus cloak on her body, paced towards the sound of the flute unconsciously, and unconsciously walked to the depths of the bamboo forest.

    The sound of the flute stopped suddenly, and Chu Yao paused, only then did he realize that he was bewitched by the sound of the flute to come here.

    Suddenly, a white figure flashed in front of her eyes like a ghost.

    Chuyao took a step back subconsciously, accidentally tripped over a stone and slid back, the man in white stretched his long arms around her waist, stabilizing her body, and let her go as soon as she stood still.

    Chuyao raised his face slightly, and looked at the man in white in front of him. The moonlight shone on his elegant face, and his whole body exuded a faint halo. His black eyes were as calm as an unfathomable lake.  At a glance, Chu Yao felt as if he was about to be sucked in.

    Sudden withdrawal of thoughts, Chuyao took two steps back, subconsciously repelling getting too close to this man.  Although there was a warm light on his body, it made her feel like she would be burned by danger.

    It was Rong Shaoyang.

    For some reason, Chu Yao's first reaction was to confirm his identity.

    "Chuyao disturbed my son's elegant mood, I'm really sorry." She lowered her head slightly and nodded, the black hair on her shoulders scattered like a waterfall, and the strands were distinct under the moon, like slender and dense rain.

    The evening wind blew, and the bamboo forest rustled, and the bamboo shadows swayed on Rong Shaoyang's face. I couldn't see his expression clearly, but his voice was clear and soft, like ground gold sand flowing slowly in the spring water: "Rong Liu's flute  The sound can attract the third lady, and it is not in vain to practice Xiao for many years."

    If this sentence is said by others, it will have the meaning of frivolous and joking, but when it is said calmly and slightly, it seems gentle and polite, quite sincere.

    Chuyao didn't know how to deal with it for a while, the moonlight reflected on her fair and transparent face, her long eyelashes cast shadows under her eyelids, she trembled slightly, like a cat's claws teasing people's hearts.

    "Someone!" Rong Shaoyang narrowed his eyes slightly, stretched out his hand and pulled Chuyao to dodge behind the tree.

    Chuyao's body was pressed against the tree, and Rong Shaoyang's slender figure just surrounded her tightly, so close that even his faint breathing could be heard clearly.

     Chuyao frowned and wanted to push him away, but heard footsteps from a distance, and then a familiar voice that made her sick.

    "Officer Hong, don't blame me for not reminding you, his surname is Jiang, not Song!" Song Yufeng cast a sinister sideways glance at the short middle-aged man in front of him, speaking threateningly.

    Seeing the middle-aged man tremble slightly, Song Yufeng took out a porcelain bottle from his sleeve, handed it to him and said, "This medicine is colorless and tasteless, as long as you put a drop on the food every day, it will be poisonous within a month, and you can't find it.  Any symptoms will only make people feel that they are dying from heart palpitations." I didn't plan to deal with Jiang Qianyang so quickly, but now I have to act in advance, and I can't just wait for Jiang Qianyang to become bigger in the Song family.

    "This" The person called Manager Hong obviously hesitated.

    "After the matter is completed, the position of the head of the Song family will be yours." Song Yufeng lowered his voice and walked into him: "Guard Hong is a smart person, I think you should know how to do it, right?"

    The middle-aged man stared at the small porcelain bottle in his hand for a while, then nodded solemnly.

    Chuyao did not expect to run into such a thing with Rong Shaoyang under such circumstances. Although she always felt that Song Yufeng was not mentally advanced, she did not expect to be so stupid that she wanted to directly poison Jiang Qianyang.

    After the two of them walked out of the bamboo forest, Rong Shaoyang let go of Chuyao, and with a slight smile on his thin lips, he said to her: "We seem to have bumped into something extraordinary."

    Chu Yao slightly raised his head and looked at Rong Shaoyang, with a flat tone: "What did Rong Shao say?" In one sentence, everything he saw and heard just now was cleared up.  Song Yufeng was so stupid, it seemed that she had always overestimated him, but since he wanted to fight Jiang Qianyang, she was also optimistic.

    Rong Shaoyang was slightly stunned, a glimmer of light flashed in his deep eyes, and his eyes became more interesting.  This Song Chuyao didn't seem to be as simple as he thought, but it was somewhat interesting.

    He had no interest in intervening in the Song family's affairs. Since Song Chuyao pretended nothing happened, he could stay alone, and the Song family was in chaos, so it was better for him to find out where the thing was.

    "It's getting late, Chuyao will ask Rong Shao for vocal music some other day." Chuyao nodded, turned around, and Baihe's cloak swirled beautifully.

    Rong Shaoyang narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Song Chuyao's leaving figure gracefully, his black eyes flickered, and he didn't look back until she was submerged in the darkness, his thin lips evoked a smile,  Turn around and walk towards the back.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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